
Originally Posted by
Deke
I had just left my apartment and was driving down the street it is on, doing the speed limit of 25 mph (or slower), when this guy steps off the sidewalk, without looking, right in front of me. I slam on the brakes and he finally sees me and steps back onto the curb. I just gave him a little wave to say it's ok, sorry for the scare (even though it wasn't my fault). He then proceeds to yell at me. I roll down my passenger window and say something to the effect of "look both ways." He walks behind my car, still cussing, and open hand slaps the trunk of my car.
It took every ounce of restraint I could muster to not get out of the car and physically show him my disapproval of his very being. But I managed to keep it cool (somewhat), rolled down my other window and unleashed a stream of profanity that would have made George Carlin blush. He kept walking.
I don't think I've ever been so enraged in my life. I'm just glad it didn't turn into a "when keeping it real goes wrong" situation.